A few weeks ago I emailed you with the idea of creating your, and your faithful snarklings, list of great books to read. Sort of like Miss Snark's version of Oprah's book club. I never saw anything mentioned on the blog and now feel as if my email were mistakenly deleted. ??
Bad idea? I for one am sick of searching around the bookstore, spending twenty-or-so dollars, only to find myself home with pages of crap that bore me to bits.
The Scene: Miss Snark's evil lair. KILLER YAPP paces the perimter checking for feline intruders. MISS SNARK slumps in her red leather chair, reading her slush pile, bemoaning the rules of decorum that forbid gin before noon. She is stealthily adjusting her watch to London time when we hear
MS: Snark Agency. You called, you talk.
Client #1: So, I see you have a book club on the blog of yours.
MS: -reaching for emergency gin- uhh...yes
Client #1: You've been telling people about books to read. Good books. Books you love.
MS: -reaching for straw- uhhh...yes, that's right.
Client #1: You didn't mention any of MY books. None.
MS: -swilling gin silently- uhh...no, I didn't. I felt it would be unethical to tell Snarklings to buy my client's books without revealing I had a stake in it.
Client #1: Well, I can solve that problem for you. I'm leaving the Snark Agency. And don't send the blasted dog over here with the 30 day termination letter. Last time he was here, he sent my cat into a gender identity crisis with that pink tam. I had to get neuticals at the vet to make him feel like a tom again.
MS: -sliding to floor in a sodden drunken heap, moaning softly- my last client has left me. What shall I do? Where shall I go, I might have to (sound of satanic laughter) get a real job.